Letras
From Pitori down to Copenhagen I cross borders with the rhymes I'm making
If you the king, then the throne I'm taking Now kiss the ring and bow down at this coronation
I thought I told you that I'm paper chasing That means before we have a conversation
You gotta make sure that you really said the proof of payment, no debating
With fake niggas and these Twitter blogs I've been the GOAT, the evidence is in the catalogs
I'm a boss, you disagree, then Flair Jordan Let the chopper sing Diana Ross
I'm really sorry for your fucking loss And when we done, we having seven colors
We have your mamazala mourning with your little brother
Sa di Bala, khale sela bare fyela, bare tseyela fatse, haena flopo
This not a race, this shit a marathon I drop knowledge like I'm Farrakhan
With chains on, the only time they give you flowers is when you dead and gone
Ayo, I'm eating steak at a seven star restaurant
The final level boss, all my dogs is Reservoir
Flair the hottest of them all, homie check the blogs
I'm getting brain inside the car as the Tesla charge electric bars
My rhymes like the Ryu vs. Sagat fight, I rock ice
Brightest cop lights, you niggas not nice The opps was talking way too tough, so he got shot twice
My shooters hit your crib, better make sure them doors is locked tight
I'm on the block in the field prepared for the war to come
I bought some shit to wet you like a water gun, applaud you're done
Have these niggas running like they Forrest Gump for talking dumb
I often dump, the kickback is stronger than a horse's jump
I hit Chris-G, he sent the motherland pack
Them rubber bands wrapped around them hundred grand stacks
You understand that? I'm out the double man facts
Fuck around and catch a couple hand slaps You can't stand that
That's right, east side east side east side east side east side east side east side
East side, east side, Spark the spirits nigga
You know what it is man, Chris-G whats good ma nigga
Shout out to all my niggas out in the land
The only time they give you flowers is when dead and gone
Sa di bala, hlokomela mamazala
The only time they give you flowers is when dead and gone
Sa di bala, hlokomela mamazala
The only time they give you flowers is when dead and gone
Sa di bala, hlokomela mamazala
The only time they give you flowers is when dead and gone
Sa di bala, hlokomela mamazala
Hlokomela, Mamazala